And still no clue by which Madeline and her efficient aides de camp could unravel the web of doubt that still clung about, and kept a prisoner, the long-suffering Philip Girard.
— from Madeline Payne, the Detective's Daughter by Lawrence L. Lynch

She sent him modestly to a country of the Philistines known as Coney Island, where he found the common herd enjoying a dish called chowder amid much spontaneity and dirt, and mingling their uproarious bathing with foaming beer; a picture framed in white sand and sounding sea, more than pleasant to the jaded taste of an Endicott.
— from The Art of Disappearing by John Talbot Smith

“What they don't know won't hurt 'em any,” declared Captain Cy.
— from Cy Whittaker's Place by Joseph Crosby Lincoln